More of Me in Poetry

Today's Link
Cookie Monster's Diaries

Today's Saying
The middle of the road is a dangerous place because those on the left and the right have such lousy aim when throwing rocks. Dr. John

Picture Of the Day
Alex Playing Canasta

WARNING!

This blog entry contains material that may be offensive to people who love the English language and great poetry. It could cause major discomfort. You have been warned.

It is time to share a bit of me with you. Of course you want the real me not the Super Hero fantasy me.
The real me never drinks anything with alcohol in it while the fantasy me in his secret identity is a drunk. ( Figure that!)
The fantasy me has a magic staff and can even change the weather. The real me is stuck with snow.
The fantasy me would know great incantations.The real me has decided to inflict another piece of drivel upon you.
That’s right I am writing another poem.
This one is not an apology.( I’ve been extra nice to Betty)
It is not written because I think I’m a poet. Goodness me no! I know drivel when I read it.
I even know drivel when I write it.
This poem is for the sake of mental health, my mental health.
I can no longer take the SNOW.
I want it GONE NOW.
But that is not likely to happen so rather than screaming and banging my head against the wall I am writing a poem.
Here it is:

A Word to Snow
Your ostentatious cloak
Flows across my back yard
Your egregious banks
My driveway still guard.

Like the hermit in the cave
Apanthropinization came to me
With a paucity of humankind
Tis only thee I see

I grant you're grandiose
Extravagant and stupendous
But enough is enough
We’d have Spring if you let us.

We’d see kids out in the yard
Playing on the swing
Flowers in full bloom
And birds that like to sing

But Spring is a lie
Instead you come the more
Your piling up and up and up
Outside my patio door

If I played a zither
I’d make this my song
Snow, snow, snow
You just don’t belong

So this I have to say
Before my mind I blow
Snow Snow Snow
You just have to go

Remember
Don’t beat your spouse or kick the dog
Don’t make the children cry
Don’t shoot the guy or hurt your mom
Instead there’s this to try

Write a poem
In a blog.

When life beats you down and all is wrong
When your hair is falling out
When the job is gone and your dead broke
Don’t pout or even shout

Write a poem
In a blog

Mental health drivel by DR John

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Tommy UK left Nancy’s with the coin in one hand and his rock in the other without the slightest idea of what to do next. He knew next to nothing about leprechauns. He was not at all sure how to make his rock work . But he had promised Nancy he would end the curse and get things back to normal. Now he was thinking that he might just have promised something he wasn’t really ready to do. However if he could figure it out he felt sure that helping somebody came under the proper use of the rock. So he was safe there.
So he went home to his computer and found out everything he could find about leprechauns working late into the night. He began to put together a plan .
The rumors concerning Petrovich and the most horrible driblet ever keep growing. Somebody said the next driblet would predict not only the end of Pigeon Falls but the end of the earth. As of this point, of course, it is only a rumor.

Wrap UP

I started the day by picking up the loose ends for St. Mark's website left from yesterday. Then I started visiting blogs. I visited everyone on my link list and left comments where there were new entries. That took a long, long time. During that time my sister Dawn called. Now I need a breathing treatment. Explorer doesn't seem to be allowing comments on this post on some computers. You can go down to the next entry and leave a comment.
GBYA

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